Texas was someone worthy of respect.
As a longtime colleague, Croissant was not entirely ignorant of her past. But hearing about something a thousand times was nothing compared to seeing it for herself. Nothing felt more real than what she was witnessing now.
Texas radiated imposing authority.
Croissant had never understood what people meant by a girl having "boyfriend energy." Now, she finally understood.
So cool...
Click~
As Croissant quietly admired her, an unexpected sound came from beside her. She looked over in surprise to find Exusiai holding up a camera, taking a precious photograph of Texas.
"Was that necessary?"
Texas raised an eyebrow, her thin lips pursed as she expressed her displeasure with impeccable restraint.
"Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm!"
Exusiai remained utterly unmoved and even made further outrageously presumptuous demands.
The reason was simple: Exusiai knew Texas far too well.
No matter what expression Texas wore or what kind of aura she gave off, Texas was still Texas—the Texas she knew.
Exusiai even dared to make demands of her.
"Try another pose. This time, make sure it looks good on camera. One hand against your forehead, the other holding your sword. And make sure you have that disgusted, impatient look in your eyes."
The godfather aura was important, of course, but what mattered most was the [look she gave trash].
Though Texas was unhappy about it, she endured it and let Exusiai finish taking the pictures.
"Was that necessary?"
Texas was deeply puzzled and asked again.
She even regretted listening to the phantom thief and letting her pick out her clothes and arrange her hair.
But it was part of the exchange, so she had no say in the matter.
At the time, Sixth Night had given her two choices: become a dress-up doll or become a dog whose tail